literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

The Art of Leaving.
We were leaving. Always leaving. The whys didn't really matter as much as the destination, but if you must know, we all had our reasons.
By L5 years ago in Humans
Stormy Seas
There I was, on my little boat, happy as could be. I was sailing the ocean, trying to find my place in this world. The day was bright, the sun shining in a clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight, my hopes high, spirits light, I sailed on towards the distant horizon, so far off I couldn't see even a glimpse of it.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Humans
A Move to the West Coast
Lily always wanted to live in New York City so after college she found a job, an apartment and moved from her small hometown to the city of her dreams. She tried not to think about it too much or she knew she wouldn’t go through with it. Her father always told her “no risk, no reward” and she always tried to live by her father’s words. But even her father was surprised that she took such a big step moving by herself to such a big city. He was proud of her though so he helped her pay the rent for a few months. Lily’s mother, on the other hand, was not happy about this move at all. It was dangerous and it was a few hours from home. Lily’s mother said to her “How we will get to you if you are sick or in trouble?” Lily assured her mother that everything would be fine. Lily’s father got the cold shoulder from his wife for quite some time for always drilling that stupid saying into her daughter’s head...”no risk, no reward”...Lily’s mother hated that saying!!!
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Humans
The Meaning of Beauty
Lights, camera, PANIC! Okay, maybe I shouldn't have been feeling the panic, but this audition meant everything to me. After what felt like a million rejections, I finally got one I felt confident about, and I planned to give it my all. I spent all morning watching movies, looking for inspiration as I prepared for my glorious debut as an audition potential. Bette Midler in Beaches is transcendent if I do say so myself. I hoped my voice would command attention like hers (minus the singing.)
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Humans
The Sea and Me
The damp sea air blew across the surface of the water and up into my sails as the dawn sun peaked above the horizon. A large cargo ship in the distance looked to be the size of a child’s tub toy. I knew it was heading my way and I would need to get a move on. The red hues melted in the sky, slowly rising high above me. I looked to my left and smiled.
By Ember Gray5 years ago in Humans
For His Love
Start writing...After all these years, I'm surprised he still remembers me. Hold on a minute, you wouldn't know who told him I was back in town, would you? Of course you do, Samara sighed, not able to look her sister in the face any longer. Kiara you know my situation. What I look like jumping into a relationship right now, I gotta focus on finding a job and getting back on my feet.
By Chaquita Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Once and No More
Francis Browne entered the First Class Dining Saloon on 'D' deck. A stringed quintet softly played "The Blue Danube Waltz ." Some couples danced while others dined on the exquisite and exotic foods reserved for the most privileged. Francis strolled happily to his table, greeting fellow diners along the way. Many of these smiling "welcomes" had gladly posed for photographs on the Promenade deck and had requested a tintype copy at his convenience. He still marveled that his uncle had given him a first class ticket. His Jesuit training and priestly pursuits would never provide such extravagance; dining with lawyers, bankers, and railroad magnates thrust him into a world truly not his own.
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Humans
Where It All Ends
McKenzie stared at the glass of wine in her had, thinking about what would happen of she broke the glass in such a way that it made deep cuts on her hands and wrists. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be an end to her life or if she simply wanted something different than what she had, she just knew that she couldn't stay here anymore. Derek was suffocating her. Everyone always says how great of a husband he is, always doing everything for McKenzie and treating her like she was the center of his world. That is where the problem was; she didn't want to be anyone's sun, she wanted her to have her life, Derek to have his, and blend them together in the evening when they came home and talked about their days. Derek was the CEO of a fortune 500 company so he really made his own schedule and McKenzie had her own candle/herb shop. Every morning Derek drove his wife to her shop at 8:30am, brought her lunch at noon, and picked her up at 5:30 on the dot. In the few hours she was away from him, she was the happiest. When they got home in the evening, McKenzie would go to cook dinner while Derek sat at the island counter to talk about their days and he would get up to wash any dishes that she was done using so there would be less to do after. They would eat dinner at the table where Derek would talk about the plans he had for their future, including children that he knew McKenzie didn't want.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Humans
Where the sea and the setting sun meet
I was twelve years old and afraid. From where I stood the sailboat was magnificent, made all the more so by the exaltations of the crowd that came to watch her set sail. I slowly made my way to where she was anchored, not wanting to be watched but performing to the crowd's expectations regardless. It was nearing dusk, yet the warmth of the sun promised her a sweet journey.
By Georgie5 years ago in Humans
A Ship of Fools
When the Navy men rowed ashore, in response to a signal fire on the beach of the tropical island, they found a man dressed in goatskins who had clearly been there for some time. They soon discovered that he had a tale to tell, and this was it:
By John Welford5 years ago in Humans
Chasing Tales
The words prodigy, savant, genius… all words used to describe Peter McDonagh. From an early age, great things were expected of Peter. His father, being a well known literary scholar among his Ivy League peers, and a respected professor of English and Russian literature. His mother, not to be out done, was a highly respected, award winning war time journalist, whose documentation of the conflict in the Middle East was given high praise. Being the first western female journalist to interview the leaders of Isis.
By Lee Wyatt5 years ago in Humans
Flash
The flash of green at sunset was a sight he had wished to view, but something told him that wasn’t just a flash on the horizon.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Humans